That would hardly draw a reaction from a kid who grew up in Vegas. You can't walk down the street without getting a pocket full of "business cards" from the local hooker's employees (I use that term loosely- how else can you describe them?)

I wouldn't mind "teaching" those two blonde teachers. We have a teacher like that in our school. Every dude in school hounds over her. Funny thing is she is married to the geekiest dude you could ever imagin

HEAD TEACHER: Tracy Heinz
Ms. Heinz (with son Mathias) was previously the director & head teacher of the Block Island Pre-school before it moved into the new facility at Old Harbor Meadow. She is a graduate of Hartwick College in Oneonta, NY with a B.A. in psychology. Ms. Heinz also has a B.A. in early childhood education from Rhode Island College. She is in charge of the pre-school and oversees the afternoon child care program.
Ms. Heinz is a life-long resident of Block Island.

From Craig's List: IF its a singlespeed that means----all the other parts are broken cut off and dumped...dont buy singlespeeds, the bikes will make your balls fall off

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HEAD TEACHER: Tracy Heinz
Ms. Heinz (with son Mathias) was previously the director & head teacher of the Block Island Pre-school before it moved into the new facility at Old Harbor Meadow. She is a graduate of Hartwick College in Oneonta, NY with a B.A. in psychology. Ms. Heinz also has a B.A. in early childhood education from Rhode Island College. She is in charge of the pre-school and oversees the afternoon child care program.
Ms. Heinz is a life-long resident of Block Island.

Here is a funny semi-related story. When I was in high school, we had a smoking hot science teacher. Blonde, in her mid twenties, everyone talked about how good looking she was. My wrestling coach was probably the male equal, young guy in good shape. It became obvious to everyone they were seeing each other, she was coming to the wrestling matches and we were all giving the old coach a pat on the back. She stopped showing up eventually, and coach never said anything about it. A few years after high school I ran into my old coach in a sports bar after a Carolina Panthers game, and we sat around and drank a couple of beers. We had both been overserved a little, and I brought the subject up. I'm not sure what the exact words were, but it went like this:
Me: All of us were so hot for Ms. Jones, we thought you were the luckiest guy in the world.
Coach: I thought so for a while, too. Now I now better.
Me: Why do you say it like that?
Coach: Man, that (insert expletive) gave me the clap.
Me: NOOOOOO!!!

That ruined my whole high school fantasy. Be careful what you wish for.